Diaper Day Care #6 "Prank and Spank"

by Pulsar

Hi, it's me Sydney once again. Last time I told you about the sleepover I had with my new girlfriend Trang, and how we made out something fierce! But come that Monday, Trang was nearly back to her shy self. She smiled and was clingy by my side, but she almost seemed embarrassed, as if everybody knew. But I didn't tell. "Nobody knows, Trang," I whispered in her ear. She grinned and blushed and bashfully squeezed her shoulders around her neck, as if trying to hide her face behind them.

Just then, Corey came up to us with her typical relaxed but friendly face. "Hi guys," she said with a grin. "How was your sleep-over?"

"MMMmm, okay," I said.

Then Corey giggled and leaned close. "I know pretty much what you did," she said just above a whisper.

I too blushed. "Corey!" I scolded, yet I too giggled in spite of my best efforts.

She covered her mouth for a few moments. And in spite of my feelings toward Trang, I just couldn't get enough of Corey's sweet glowing face. "I mean, you don't have to tell me but I know what you like to do," she said. "But it's okay. I knew you and Trang would really enjoy each other!"

"Oh, Corey. You're such a brat!"

"I know!"

And so, we sat on the floor reading and such while some of the other girls ran around. Brook and Payton joined us close by with a game of checkers. All the while, Trang was her silent self sitting right next to me. Finally, I couldn't stand it. "Trang, stop being so shy," I said quietly. Then, I leaned close to her. "I've seen you naked," I whispered.

Trang suddenly shrieked and blushed. She grinned bashfully before covering her mouth.

"And you've seen me naked," I continued, whispering in her ear. Once again, Trang grinned and blushed. "And I've made you cum," I added with a wicked grin. Trang shrieked as her hands covered face. Suddenly, she rolled back on the carpet with her legs in the air. "Oh, I'm gonna tickle your pretty legs, Trang," I said as I went for the soft flesh on the back of her knees. Trang shrieked out loud and kicked her legs about. Corey saw the whole thing and laughed out loud. "I'm gonna tickle your feet!" I said as I went for the soles. Trang screamed as she rolled about. But I stopped the torture to allow her to catch her breath.

"Sydney, you made we wet my diaper," she protested.

"Ooooh, wet diaper!" I cried as I tickled her tummy. "Trang-y got a wet diaper!"

And so, I reached out and daringly pulled on the tape. Suddenly, her diaper came loose, revealing her little slit to everyone.

"I'll get you!" said Trang with a wicked smile, just before lunging at me and ripping my diaper off. Before I knew it, I was exposed myself. I shrieked in chagrin as I reached down to grab my wayward diaper, but Trang tossed it out of arm's reach. Instantly, all the girls shrieked and laughed at our exposed state, especially Corey! Oh, her eyes gleamed like glowing marbles and her giggling cheeks bore those adorable dimples.

"Corey! You brat!" I cried as I reached for her diaper. Instantly, I yanked hers free, revealing that sensuous slit and irresistible buttocks.

Anyway, that's how it got started. Within a few seconds, everyone who was there had grabbed someone and 'de-diapered' them. So after only a minute, there was a room full of girls naked from the waist down, chasing each other over the carpet littered with strewn diapers. At first, the awkward and abashing moment had transformed into an all-out nudist shindig. We raced about the room, unbound with coverage, perhaps the only place on Earth we could do such a thing, and the modesty concerns gave way to a strange feeling of liberation.

But only a few minutes later, we heard a bell ringing. We all froze and looked up to see Nanny Morgan with bell in hand, her face covered with shock, yet marked with a grin. "Girls! What do you think this is? Woodstock?" she said, obviously trying her best not to burst into laughter. "C'mon! This is a diaper day care, not a nudist one! Get 'em on, girls!"

And so, the laughter died down as we struggled to catch our breath and locate our diapers on the carpet. "Trang, yours is wet!" I said. "Morgan! Trang wet hers already!"

"So did Bailey!" added Brooke.

"Okay girls, if you need a clean one, go to the changing room. If yours is dry, get it on," said Morgan.

And so I took Trang by the hand. "I'm gonna watch you get changed," I mumbled into her ear. Trang gave a 'hmph' of disapproval, but I only giggled. "I've seen it already, doofus," I smirked. "In fact, I've licked it!" Trang once again drew her shoulders in and covered her face with a shriek of chagrin. "And I'm gonna lick it again!" I whispered in her ear, which caused her to shriek again with a grin, covering her crotch with one hand. Oh God, she was so cute in that position. She was too shy to speak of it now, but I knew what she was thinking.

Eventually, the day ended and our moms arrived to pick us all up. Mom, Corey's mom and Trang's mom Ms. Ho stood outside in the hall talking as we put our clothes on over our diapers and stowed our gowns in our lockers. I then tugged on Mom's arm, coaxing her to take me home.

"Now honey, we've got to stop and get some groceries first. I hardly have enough for dinner," said mom.

"Oh! That's where we're heading," replied Corey's mom. "Why don't we meet at the SaveMore on Madison street and we'll shop 'till we drop!"

"Okay, sure!" agreed mom.

And so we followed right behind their car until we both met in the parking lot. I hated the idea of going inside in a diaper, but my skirt was just long enough to hide it. But I could sure still feel it! And so Corey and I walked the aisle behind our moms who gabbed with each other as they pushed the carts. But soon, we found ourselves on the produce aisle as they began to inspect the fruits and vegitables. But as we walked around bored among the chilled stands and bins, Corey soon made a face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, really," she replied. Then, she leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Watch this!"

"What?"

"I…I'm gonna do a 'two-zie!'" she said with a smirk.

"Can't you hold it?" I asked on instinct.

"Nope!" she snapped. "If I could, would I be in diapers?"

"Oh yeah," I mumbled. "Sorry."

"Just watch, okay? Let's go get some apples."

And so we went over to the bin of apples, and began inspecting them and putting them in the baggies. Corey was ever so careful to meander among a few other shoppers inspecting the apples and other produce.

Yet only moments later, a lady began to look around with the most disgusted look on her face. Soon after a man sniffed the air and shook his head. Then a third person began to wave his hand in the air as if attempting to repel a foul odor. As all the bystanders looked around, Corey covered her mouth and began to giggle.

"Corey, you brat!" I mumbled softly as I smirked.

"I love to do that," she said back.

"But I'm smelling it too!" I whispered.

But Corey trotted away toward the potato bin.

I was giggling uncontrollably at the sight of the people around us in the store, sniffing the air and wondering where the horrible smell came from. And of course our snickering and childish laughter did not escape Corey's mom. "Girls! What are you up to?" she said with a slight grin and a shake of her head.

"Oh… nothing Momma," assured Corey.

"I've heard that before," replied her mom. She then picked up a tomato and examined it. Yet suddenly, her own face wrinkled with ire. "Corey!" she scolded. "Why… of all the …."

"Oh Momma, what was I supposed to do?" asked Corey in her innocent voice. "I mean… you know I can't hold it."

"Yes, I know…" said her mom. "But you know better than that! We've talked about your silly poopy-pranks before!"

"But Momma…"

"No 'buts!'" scolded her mom. "And… speaking of 'butts' I did say the next time you pulled that you'd get a spanking!"

"Momma! Noooo… it was just a joke. I didn't hurt anybody!" pled Corey.

"But you sure annoyed some people!" said Corey's mom. Then, she opened her purse and quickly shuffled through the contents inside. "Well, I don't have it," she mumbled. Yet then she looked over to my mom who was all the way over by the lettuce. "Cindy? Do you have a hairbrush in your purse?"

"I think so… I'll check," replied my mom as I began to tremble. "Why a brush now?"

"Because I need one to tan Corey's little bottom!" declared her mom.

"Oh? What'd she do?"

"Thought she'd be cute and annoy people."

Poor Corey stood stone still, staring at the floor. Apparently, she knew that begging and pleading would be futile. But my mom pushed the basket over to us. "Is that what the giggling was about?" she asked. "And Sydney, what part did you play in all of this?"

"I didn't do anything, Mommy!" I protested.

Yet suddenly, Mom curled her own nose. "Eeeew, someone needs a change!"

"Yes, a change of diaper and attitude!" agreed Corey's mom as she accepted Mom's hairbrush. "C'mon young lady! We're going to find someplace for a mother-daughter chat!"

"But Mamma…" she whimpered before giving up altogether.

"Well, as long as the brush is out, we might as well redden two bottoms!" said my Mom.

"Moooom!" I protested. "I didn't do anything!"

"I heard giggling! You encouraged her. I think the hairbrush would do you some good right now!"

Momments later, Mrs. Callahan approached a manager, dragging Corey by her arm. I stood nervously as she spoke quietly to him for a few seconds. He nodded and said, "Sure ma'am! Through that door back there! No one is in there right now."

Next thing I knew, we were being dragged back into the stockroom, and into the employee break room that sat quiet and empty. There was an old table with a plastic surface, to which Mrs. Callahan yanked a paper towel from the roll and laid it down. Yet then she took one look at the chagrined Corey. "Oh, Corey! You got some on your skirt!" She took one long sigh and shook her head before reaching for Corey's zipper. She carefully removed the skirt and stuffed it in a plastic bag. "On the table, young lady!" she ordered.

Corey sighed, but climbed up without a word. She bent her knees up, but then Mrs. Callahan grabbed her feet with one hand and ripped the dirty diaper free with the other. "Oh Corey! What have you been eating?" she protested.

"Had Mexican today at lunch."

"Why!" protested her mother.

"I love Mexican food!"

"Well, it doesn't love you!" retorted her mother, "…or me!" And with that, she slowly began to wipe all around Corey's bottom. She wiped slowly and gently, taking her time to clean every inch of those shapely bare globes.

But I noticed right away that Corey began to breathe heavier. She closed her eyes and her mouth hung open. "Oooooh!" she suddenly gasped. "It's cold!"

"Well your bottom will be warm soon enough!" snapped her mom. Yet once she finally finished wiping her down with a baby-wipe, she produced the tube of cream from her bag and slowly began to apply it to Corey's little puckered hole.

"Ooooh!" gasped Corey as she cringed. "Aaaaah!" She threw her head back with her mouth wide open.

"Well, I see we're a little sensitive down here today," said Mrs. Callahan. Then, she looked over at my mom. "Cindy! Take a look at this!" And with that, she opened up Corey's little pink muffin with her thumbs. "See that?" continued Mrs. Callahan as she poked at that swollen hard clit with her finger. "These kids are growing up awful fast!"

"Oh my!" gasped my mom.

"Don't take much to get them going," continued Mrs. Callahan, all the while gently rubbing her daughter's erect bud.

Naturally, Corey breathed all the harder and moaned all the louder as she squirmed about on her back with her legs in the air. "Moo-oom!" she protested.

"Hold still, dear!" commanded Mrs. Callahan. Then, she released the lips, yet continued to stroke away at Corey's little hard clit. However, she inserted a finger covered with diaper crème into that tight little rectum with ease. I stood stone still, completely mesmerized at the whole thing, not even realizing my hand was down the front of my diaper. But I could see that Mrs. Callahan was gently wiggling her finger inside as she twisted about. Poor Corey moaned uncontrollably with her eyes tightly shut as she rolled her head from side to side. Her whole body was trembling.

But a few moments later, she withdrew her finger, which came out rather clean and gently rubbed Corey's bottom, before seizing the hairbrush. She gave a few gentle taps on each bare buttock with one hand while still holding her legs by the other. "Now Corey, grab your knees and hold on… and don't let go!"

"Mooooom pleeeze!" she begged one final time. "Don't spank me! Not with the brush!"

"Now Corey, we've been over this before," said Mrs. Callahan calmly as she tapped that bottom in preparation. "Grab those knees!"

Corey sighed. However, she obediently grabbed her knees and kept her feet airborne as she lay helpless in her position. But suddenly my mom reached out to help hold her legs up in the air to keep her bottom quite vulnerable to the brush. Corey bit her lip in anticipation of the sting of the hairbrush as Mrs. Callahan stood ready, gently rubbing the brush around in small circles against her left buttock. Corey took one last breath. "Oh… Mommy! I… I love you," she said in a final attempt to avoid the spanking.

But to my surprise, Mrs. Callahan smiled. "And I love you too, sweetie! My precious angel! I love you more than you'll ever know," she assured, before leaning down to kiss her daughter on the forehead. "And because of that, I'm going to raise you right! And right now, that includes a warm red bottom!" Then, she gave one last teasing tap with the brush. "Now this is gonna hurt, honey!" And thus she swung the hairbrush, causing it to land with a "WHACK!" that echoed throughout the room.

"Ooooow!" Corey cried out with dire pain on her face. But there came two more swats, right on the same spot. "WHACK! WHACK!" Just those three was all it took to leave a bright red splotch painted on her buttock.

By now, Corey was in tears, and so was I! But her mom simply took aim and placed three swats on the other side, leaving it equally red. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"

"Oooow! Ooow-ooww!" cried Corey. "Mommy, that hurts!"

"Yes, darling, it's supposed to!" said Mrs. Callahan with a calm voice.

"Waaaah! But that brush hurts too much for a spanking on the bare bottom!" Corey mumbled over her sobbing.

"Oh, sweetie, you'll live!" assured Mrs. Callahan as she gently rubbed those sore red globes. Yet moments later, she patted that bare flesh again with the hairbrush, ready to strike. And once again, she gave three spanks on the left side, each one causing Corey to cry out with an "Ooow!" as she freely sobbed. She jerked her legs in reflex, releasing her knees and causing Mom to lose her grip on her has well. Instead, her hands flew to her red sobbing face.

"Corey! Grab those knees, dear!" ordered Mrs. Callahan as she quickly rubbed her hands over those red buttocks.

"Noooo, Mommmy," she murmured over her sobs. "I'll be good, I promise." I could barely understand her over her crying. I could feel the tears rolling down my own cheeks. But Mom finally caught Corey's wayward feet and held on with both hands to keep Corey's legs airborne.

And then, Mrs. Callahan tapped the brush on her right buttock to warn her that more spanks were coming. She swatted those buns with a flip of the wrist, causing the brush to land with a loud SLAP! with each spank. And with each swat, Corey jolted and let out a squeal. But after that, Mrs. Callahan set the brush down and rubbed her sore red bottom. "That's right, honey. Go ahead and cry a little! It'll make it all better," she said as she squeezed and rubbed her daughter's beautiful red rear end. Yet her fingers soon found that swollen pink crotch once again. In spite of enduring the stinging brush, her little clit remained hard. And Mrs. Callahan gently rubbed it up and down with her thumb of one hand while massaging that sore bottom with the other. "Oh my, we're so excited today, aren't we."

"Oh my!" gasped my mom as she watched while holding Corey's legs up. "She's… she's… such a big girl!"

"Yes she is," agreed Mrs. Callahan, before seizing the brush once again. And again she gave a few light taps. And in spite of Corey's penitent sobbing, she swatted her again, three times on each side. By now, poor Corey's bottom was a glowing red. But her mom paused again to briefly rub her hand all around those crimson globes to soothe the sting. "Now, Cindy why don't you take your brush and give her three on each side for offending you!"

"Oh now Lori, don't you think that she's had more than enough?" replied my mom.

"Probably… but she can handle a few more," assured Mrs. Callahan. "Go ahead, you're not gonna kill her. It's good for her!"

"Well, okay," said mom, acting as if she really did not want to. But I've lived with Mom long enough to know her. I could tell Mom was thrilled to be invited to spank Corey. And so I dared watch as she swung that hairbrush, three on each side. And with each one, Corey yelped and jolted as the loud 'crack!' echoed in the break room. Yet after those six swats, Mom set the brush down and began to rub her hand all around Coreys' bottom. "Oh Corey! You're so sweet," she said as she rubbed around in circles. "But I think your mother is right. This was good for you. Now I know you're sore and crying, but we do love you, honey!"

"Y… yes Mrs. Crawford," she mumbled.

And so I watched as Mrs. Callahan slowly slid finger back into that rectum as her other hand massaged Corey's swollen clit. "Now are you going to be Mommy's special angel?" she asked.

"Y… yes Momma," gasped Corey as she still softly cried.

"And you're going to behave?"

"Y… yes Momma," gasped Corey as her mouth once again fell open. "Ooooh! Aaaah!"

"Hmmm, looks like you need a little release," said Mrs. Callahan as she rubbed more vigorously.

"Moooommm!" protested Corey in a breathy voice, indicating she was near orgasm. "Pleeezee… don't…"

"Oh now Corey dear, this will help you calm down," assured Mrs. Callahan as she rubbed away. Soon Corey was moaning and squealing in short bursts as she approached that point of no return. I could hear the squishy sound of those fingers working over Corey's crotch as Corey moaned louder and louder, her whole body writhing from side to side.

"Oooh! Ooooh God Mom I'm gonna…"

"Just let it out, dear," said Mrs. Callahan.

"Moooommyyy!" cried Corey as that finger went deep into her bowels and the other hand rubbed hard against her wet swollen clit. Then, her legs kicked straight up as her body shook violently. "Aaaaaaah!" she gasped loudly. Suddenly, a small stream shot out, soaking her mother's hand. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Oh-gawd, oh-gawd, oh-gaaawwd!"

"There we go, honey," said Mrs. Callahan. "That's it." She continued to rub throughout the duration of Corey's powerful orgasm. "Now Cindy, I find that this keeps them docile and in line for a while.

"Oh my!" gasped Mom as she watch Corey cum. "I can sure see how that would be true!"

Corey continued to shriek and squeal throughout her orgasm, until she finally calmed down. And so Mrs. Callahan slid a fresh clean diaper underneath her. Yet she took the time to wipe away all those joy juices that had drooled out of her cunny before taping the diaper secure. Then, she helped her up and hugged her tight. "Oh Corey, I love you so much," she said softly as she kissed her daughter's tear-stained cheeks. "You're all I have now. Mommy loves her baby more that you'll ever know." She held her tight and gently rocked her a little as she kissed her cheek and forehead. "Oh my baby…" she mumbled softly. "When you were in ICU after the car wreck, I prayed to God not to take my Corey away…" Suddenly her mom began to cry as well. "And when you came out okay, I promised God almighty I'd raise you right!"

"I love you too, Mommy," mumbled Corey, now in that post-orgasmic glow.

But her mom held her tight as if she'd never let go. Yet a few moments later, Corey slid herself off the table and collapsed in a chair. However, her mom took one more look at her skirt. "Well, there's no way you can wear this!" she said. "I'm sorry but you'll just have go around in your diaper and shirt until we get home!"

Corey sighed, but said nothing as she crossed her arms.

But then I knew good and well it was my turn on the table! I tried to argue but I knew there was no way around it. And so I took my place on the table with legs in the air so Mom could remove my damp diaper. Of course, not only was it wet with a yellow stain, but with some of my cunny dew as well.

But all she did was rip my diaper off and toss it in the trash can. I then felt that cold wipe go all over my nether regions, causing my already hard clit to tingle and throb all the more. I gasped as she tormented my swollen bud. "Well, just like Corey," noted Mom, causing me to blush. I'll confess I was horny, but being exposed in front of all three of them felt rather shameful. And Mom seemed to pay special attention to my tingling clit as she wiped me down. "So, Lori, what do you think?" she asked Mrs. Callahan.

"Oh, I think she needs a little attention," she replied.

"Hmmm, well let's see here…" mumbled Mom. "Grab your knees, Syd!"

And so I reluctantly took hold of my knees to keep my legs up. But suddenly I felt her fingers stretching my small cunny wide open. I gasped loudly as I felt my fluid leaking out. My legs jerked in reaction, but then Mrs. Callahan reached out to grab my ankles to keep my legs up in the air. And as I lay there, I felt Mom's finger exploring me all around, causing me to twitch around on the table. "Hold still, dear," ordered Mom.

"I… I can't, Mom. You're tickling me," I protested.

"Would you rather I start the spanking now?"

"Noooo Mom. I didn't do anything wrong. C'mon, don't spank me Mom," I begged.

"Well, as we told Corey, it's good for you!" said Mom as she continued to run her fingers all around my lips and inside my cunny. After a few moments, she released my nether lips. But I heard her open the tube of diaper crème. Soon, I felt her slippery finger rubbing the cream all around my rectal opening, until I felt the slow gentle intrusion.

"Ooooh!" I gasped. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Now Sydney, honey. I gave birth to you so I can inspect you any time I think it necessary," she said as I felt her finger gently wiggling inside me. "And I see your little kitten is leaking quite a bit!"

Oh jeez, I was so embarrassed. I wanted to cover my face, but since Mom had ordered me to grab ahold of my knees to hold my legs up in the air, I held on tight. I gasped and moaned as her finger continued to slowly flex about inside my hole. But then I felt a thick thumb on my crotch once again.

"Don't be too alarmed, Cindy," said Mrs. Callahan. "It's a normal reaction." And then I felt that thumb caressing my swollen hard clit, causing my whole body to tingle. "Oooooh!" I gasped. "Mommy! Why?" I protested.

"Shhhh, hold sill dear," she said. And so I dared to look down. But I was surprised to see that it was not Mom's thumb, but Mrs. Callahan's that was teasing my wet twat! Then, I felt another finger start to move in circles inside my nether lips. So there I lay with both Moms rubbing me off!

I tried to relax, but the sensation down below made it nearly impossible. "Mooom!" I protested.

Yet my complaint was met with a quick slap on my left buttock. "Honey, now's not the time to misbehave! I got the brush right here and your bottom is bare!"

"Oh Mommy, do I HAVE to get a spanking?" I dared to plead with a whine.

"You'll live," assured Mommy as she rubbed her hand all around my bottom. But then she grabbed the hairbrush. I felt the hard plastic rest against my left cheek and rub around.

And once again, I felt a lubed finger slide into my bottom. But when I dared to peek through the slits in my closed eyes, I could see it was Corey's mom who now had her finger inside me!

And so I lay with legs in the air as Mrs. Callahan fingered me with one hand and held my leg with the other. Mom had the brush in one hand and used the other to hold my left leg. I gasped and grit my teeth as I felt Mom patting and rubbing my bottom with the hairbrush a few times. But then there came a 'WHACK!' that stung my bottom something awful. After a brief pause, there came two more, right on the same spot. 'WHACK-WHACK!'

"Oooow! Mommy!" I cried out as my eyes watered. But then there came three on the other side. 'Smack! Smack! Smack!' "Oooow, ooow! That hurts!" I bawled.

"It's good for you sweetie," said Mom as she paused to rub my sore bottom. And all the while, Mrs. Callahan massaged my rectal hole from within. Corey herself reached out to put her hand on my shoulder, having just endured the same treatment herself. But then there came some more spanks, three on each side. 'WHACK-SMACK! WHACK!' went the brush as it stung my bottom. I held my legs up by my knees but I was crying like a baby. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought because I wasn't getting spanked as hard as Corey. But I still cried as my bottom burned. But Mom paused again to rub my sore bottom as Mrs. Callahan continued to sodomize my back hole with her finger. Then Mom gave my buttocks a squeeze. "Now Syd, Are you going to be my sweet angel?" she asked as she massaged my bottom.

"Y… yes Mommy," I mumbled over my crying.

"Are you going to behave?"

"Y… yes Mommy, I promise."

"Good," she replied. "Mommy loves you very much, pumpkin, and that's why I sometimes tan your bare bottom."

"Y… yes Mommy. I love you too," I said back.

"Aaaw, I know you do, sweetie." And with that there came another burning WHACK! on my bottom.

"Oooow, Mommy!" I cried.

"You can do it harder than that," added Mrs. Callahan with a smirk.

"Noooo, pleeeeze, not harder!" I begged. "It already hurts a lot!"

"Now Sydney, it's good for you," said Mom before continuing the spanking. And yes, the spanks came harder now. I yelped and screamed as the brush stung my bare flesh. This time, I took six on each side before mom stopped to rub my sore bottom again. "Okay, honey! Now, you get three more on each side and then we're done, okay?"

"Oh… okay Mommy," I mumbled. And so once again, that hairbrush stung my bottom with a loud 'SMACK!' with each swat. These were harder than the rest. But as each swat landed, Mrs. Callahan would wiggle her finger inside my rectum.

But finally, the spanking was over. Mom sat the brush down and once again rubbed my sore red-hot bottom in slow circles, before giving each buttock a squeeze. I simply lie there and cried it out. But soon I felt some fingers toying with my crotch and swollen clit again. The juices flowed out of my cunny like a runny nose in winter. I was trembling, knowing I could not hold out much longer from an orgasm. I'm not sure who was doing what down there, but that thumb rubbed harder and harder until I felt my whole body tingle as I was about to burst.

Then, I felt Mrs. Callahan's lubed finger push even deeper inside me, slowly and gently twisting about to massage and tickle my hole as I felt mom's thumb press even harder on my throbbing bud. Soon, I was crying out as I grew dizzy. A tingly euphoria shot through my whole body. "I'm all the way in," said Mrs. Callahan softly as she wiggled her finger deep inside me. "Go ahead, dear. Go inside her."

Then I felt one of mom's fingers sink between my soaked lips. I could feel the tickling about my most sacred guarded hole! Suddenly, I was penetrated in both places by my mom and Corey's. But I was too far gone now to feel any more embarrassed or shamed. All I felt was that awesome soothing sensation. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh-gaaawwd!" I cried out as I tried to catch my breath.

Then suddenly, I felt other stray fingers tickle and caress that soft flesh between my two holes. Whose it was I don't know, but it sent chills up my spine as it caressed about. "Aaaaah!" I cried out with desire. "Oh-gawd! Oh-gawd-oh-gawd!"

"C'mon sweety! Let's have it!" coaxed Mrs. Callahan as I lay on the threshold of orgasm. She rubbed her finger firmly deep inside me at this point.

And then it hit me! I felt that pleasure wave rush through my whole body. But even that lasted a few seconds before that 'explosive' feeling came as I burst into a climax. I could feel myself cumming as if I were peeing while those fingers rubbed me inside my holes as my vision blurred and my head spun. I felt it way up in my stomach and up my spine. I could feel myself squirting a small jet of fluid as I came and came. I squealed uncontrollably. "OOOOh! Oooh! Oh-gawd! Oh-gawd!"

"Oh, very good, honey!" declared Mrs. Callahan as continued to drill her finger deep inside me as she moved back and forth.

"My goodness!" cried Mom. "Oh my baby girl! She's sooo… soooo"

"Horny?!" interjected Mrs. Callahan.

"Uh yeah… that!" agreed Mom.

And so those strong contractions continued to shake me like an earthquake as my orgasm went on and on, leaving me with a 'punched in the stomach' feeling. I had lost my grip on my knees and was pounding my fists on the table. And those fingers that rubbed me didn't stop until my orgasm finally began to fade. It took a few moments for me to calm down. But once I was laying there completely spent, Mom wiped the cum free of my crotch and covered my sore red bottom in a fresh diaper. Then, she grabbed my arms and gently pulled me into a sitting position. She wrapped her arms around me in a warm embrace. "Oh, my Sydney! What am I gonna do with you?!" she said as she kissed me on the check. She wiped down the remaining tears and smiled at me. "Oh God I love you so much." She held me almost so tight I couldn't breathe. She was silent for a few moments. "You'll always be my precious baby girl no matter what," she said with tears in her eyes. "And I'll always love you no matter what."

"I uh… love you too, Mommy," I mumbled. And so she hugged and kissed me again before releasing me.

"Now girls, let's finish our shopping and behave like nice girls," said Mrs. Callahan. Yet as she straightened Corey's blouse, she noticed another stain. "Oh Corey what did you get on your shirt!?" she asked as she took a paper towel. "Oh my, I think it's some of your… your… 'excitement!'"

"Mooommm!" protested an embarrassed Corey.

"I swear you kids these days are… uh… 'high strung,' to put it nicely," replied Mrs. Callahan as she removed her shirt, exposing her flat chest. "Just look at all this girl juice you got on your shirt! I hope the doctor is right and you won't have much puberty."

"What was that?" asked Mom.

"Oh, the car wreck that made her incontinent also damaged her pituitary gland," explained Mrs. Callahan, "so it's possible she won't physically 'mature' much more as she ages. However, she probably will never menstruate or be able to have children."

"Oh dear," mumbled Mom. "I… I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"Oh Cindy, don't worry about that," assured Mrs. Callahan as she stuffed Corey's shirt in the plastic bag with her soiled skirt. "At least she'll be a cute little doll all her life." And with that, she grabbed her diaper bag and took a half-naked Corey by the hand. "C'mon 'squirty.' Let's finish our shopping!"

And soon, we were out in the store again, perhaps with a little redness in our eyes as well as our bottoms, which at least were covered by diapers. However, being well-behaved was first on our minds. And so we walked up and down the aisles, looking for foods we hoped we could talk our moms into buying. But when Corey found an empty shopping cart, she climbed in. "What are you doing?" I asked in surprise. "Our moms said we better behave!"

"I'm behaving," assured Corey. "I'm not being loud, or stealing or breaking anything."

And so, I started pushing the basket around, the both of us giggling. Corey sat with her knees bent up, her diaper on full display.

"Uh, doesn't that hurt, sitting on your spanked bottom?" I asked.

"Mmmm, sort of," she answered, but didn't seem to care. And so I pushed her down the aisle and around the corner to find our moms again. When I wheeled her up to them in the cart, they both looked somewhat cross again.

"What are you girls up to?!" demanded Mom.

"I'm gonna buy Corey!" I said with a giggle. "But we're staying out of trouble," I assured. "We're not touching anything."

"Well… don't run into anyone!"

"I'm being careful."

And finally our moms had their carts filled up and rolled them toward the checkout. I pushed Corey in the basket behind them as she verbalized a race car sound. I was quite uneasy, for my diaper was in plain view and my best friend was only in a diaper. Yet it seemed everyone was looking away on purpose, pretending not to see. And so standing in line seemed like hours for me, even though it was probably ten minutes for them to pay for everything. Even the zit-faced teenaged checker girl smirked a little. But she smiled at us and said, 'Have a nice day.'

Finally we reached the cars and I hurried to help Mom load the groceries in the trunk so I could get in. As we rode down the street, she put her arm around me as she drove. "Honey, I just can't stress how much I love you," she said softly. "I'd give up everything I own, just to keep you. However, I think Mrs. Callahan was right. I don't spank you enough!"

"Aw Mom," I protested, "I'll be good."

"I know you will sweetie," she said as she patted me on the leg. "But I think a little paddling tonight will help."

And all I could do was stare out the window as we rode home, wondering how the future would turn out.